Wawaweewah

I have not smoked (any) enough weed tonight to be this high.

Kristin brought over her ex-bandmate Jimmy--who used to play drums in her and Jack's old punk band The Magnums--to the house tonight.

I'm still drunk, obvi, so this is hard to type.

Jimmy--not a drummer anymore--brought his banjo with him. He's really into bluegrass and rootsy country.

(So am I coincidentally.)

And we hit it the fuck off.

I was playing (fingerstyle) exclusively in my M. Ward-ified D-A-D-Gb-B-E tuning, and Jim was banjo-ing up some crazy fast on-the-fly detuning/retuning-in-rhythm banjo lines...I was blown away. We played a ton of classic bluegrass standards, and each of us was learning (on-the-fly) a ton from each other.

We both want to make music (profitably--hah. Bluegrass?!) together on a level I've never touched before and, for once, I think it's possible.

Jim is supremely talented. And, without trying to sound like a total dick in saying so, is the only musician I've played with who is above my own level of proficiency in playing the music I (we) want to be playing.

On top of that, our intra-song conversation shifted from the political to the social to the religious, and we both agreed on fucking everything. Down to the dots on our 'i's.

There were about 20 audience member/guests at the house tonight to witness Jim's and my impromtu collaborations, and yes...the cops were indeed called.

But keep an eye out. This shit is gonna go somewhere. (Bristol, Virginia?)

PS - Oh yea, and last night I totally met this amazingly cool and paradoxically hot Argentinian lady-friend at a little cross-town(street) Memorial Day pool party and she is the awesome. I want to be on her, and have some optimism that I might.

I have not smoked (any) enough weed tonight to be this high. For the first time ever, I literally got high from simply playing music tonight. I want to feel this way all the time forever.

I have always wanted to be a musician. Tonight, finally, scientifically, proved it.

For the immediate now, I am drunky and going to bed, and Jimmy is already crashed on the downstairs futon. More to come soon...

Rawk.